Chords for Frank Rische & Lillie Mae Rische "Gentle On My Mind"
Tempo:
93.775 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
B
E
C#m
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
This is John Hartford.
Tim likes to hear this one.
It's knowing that your door is always open, your path is [F#m] free to walk.
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [B] and stashed [E] behind your couch.
It's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon [F#m] some lines.
That keeps you on the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory.
[F#m] That keeps you [B] ever gentle [E] on my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [F#m] now that binds me.
Or something that somebody says because they [B] thought we [E] fit together walking.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving, but when I walk upon some railroad [F#m] tracks and find.
That you're moving on the [F#] back [F#m] roads by the rivers [B] of my memory.
[F#m] And for hours [B] you're just gentle [E] on my mind.
[F#m]
[B]
[E]
[B] [C#m] [G#m]
[E] [C#m] [F#m]
[A]
[F#m] [B] [E]
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [F#m] come between us.
And some other woman's crying to her mother because she turned and [E] I was gone.
And all night still my running silence, tears of joy might stain my face.
And the summer sun it might burn [F#m] me to a plume.
But not to where I cannot see you walking on [Bm] the back [F#m] roads by the rivers [B] flowing gentle [E] on my mind.
And I dip my cup of soot back from a gurgling, crackling cauldron in [F#m] some train yard.
My beard ruffling, cold power, the hat [B] pull across [E] my face.
And the fool who once has drowned his sin can't pretend to hold you to my [F#m] breath tonight.
That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers [B] of my memory.
[F#m] And you're smiling [B] ever gentle [E] on my mind.
[F#m] And you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my [B] memory.
And you're [F#m] smiling ever [B] gentle on [E] my mind.
On my mind.
[B]
[E]
[G] [E] [Am]
This is John Hartford.
Tim likes to hear this one.
It's knowing that your door is always open, your path is [F#m] free to walk.
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [B] and stashed [E] behind your couch.
It's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon [F#m] some lines.
That keeps you on the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory.
[F#m] That keeps you [B] ever gentle [E] on my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [F#m] now that binds me.
Or something that somebody says because they [B] thought we [E] fit together walking.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving, but when I walk upon some railroad [F#m] tracks and find.
That you're moving on the [F#] back [F#m] roads by the rivers [B] of my memory.
[F#m] And for hours [B] you're just gentle [E] on my mind.
[F#m]
[B]
[E]
[B] [C#m] [G#m]
[E] [C#m] [F#m]
[A]
[F#m] [B] [E]
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [F#m] come between us.
And some other woman's crying to her mother because she turned and [E] I was gone.
And all night still my running silence, tears of joy might stain my face.
And the summer sun it might burn [F#m] me to a plume.
But not to where I cannot see you walking on [Bm] the back [F#m] roads by the rivers [B] flowing gentle [E] on my mind.
And I dip my cup of soot back from a gurgling, crackling cauldron in [F#m] some train yard.
My beard ruffling, cold power, the hat [B] pull across [E] my face.
And the fool who once has drowned his sin can't pretend to hold you to my [F#m] breath tonight.
That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers [B] of my memory.
[F#m] And you're smiling [B] ever gentle [E] on my mind.
[F#m] And you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my [B] memory.
And you're [F#m] smiling ever [B] gentle on [E] my mind.
On my mind.
[B]
[E]
[G] [E] [Am]
Key:
F#m
B
E
C#m
F#
F#m
B
E
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ This is John Hartford.
Tim _ likes to hear this one. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open, your path is [F#m] free to walk.
_ _ _ _ That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [B] and stashed [E] behind your couch. _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon [F#m] some lines. _ _
_ _ _ That keeps you on the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory.
[F#m] That keeps you [B] ever gentle [E] on my mind. _ _ _ _
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [F#m] now that binds me. _ _ _ _
Or something that somebody says because they [B] thought we [E] fit together walking. _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving, but when I walk upon some railroad [F#m] tracks and find. _ _
_ _ _ That you're moving on the [F#] back [F#m] roads by the rivers [B] of my memory.
[F#m] And for hours [B] you're just gentle [E] on my mind. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [G#m] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [F#m] come between us.
_ _ _ _ And some other woman's crying to her mother because she turned and [E] I was gone.
_ _ _ _ And all night still my running silence, tears of joy might stain my face.
And the summer sun it might burn [F#m] me to a plume. _ _ _
_ _ But not to where I cannot see you walking on [Bm] the back [F#m] roads by the rivers [B] flowing gentle [E] on my mind.
_ _ _ And I dip my cup of soot back from a gurgling, crackling cauldron in [F#m] some train yard. _ _ _ _ _
My beard ruffling, cold power, the hat [B] pull across [E] my face. _ _ _ _ _
And the fool who once has drowned his sin can't pretend to hold you to my [F#m] breath tonight. _ _ _ _ _
That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers [B] of my memory.
[F#m] And you're smiling [B] ever gentle [E] on my mind. _
_ _ _ [F#m] And you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my [B] memory.
And you're [F#m] smiling ever [B] gentle on [E] my mind. _ _ _ _
On my mind.
_ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ This is John Hartford.
Tim _ likes to hear this one. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's knowing that your door is always open, your path is [F#m] free to walk.
_ _ _ _ That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up [B] and stashed [E] behind your couch. _ _ _ _ _
It's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon [F#m] some lines. _ _
_ _ _ That keeps you on the back roads by the rivers of [B] my memory.
[F#m] That keeps you [B] ever gentle [E] on my mind. _ _ _ _
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns [F#m] now that binds me. _ _ _ _
Or something that somebody says because they [B] thought we [E] fit together walking. _ _ _ _ _
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving, but when I walk upon some railroad [F#m] tracks and find. _ _
_ _ _ That you're moving on the [F#] back [F#m] roads by the rivers [B] of my memory.
[F#m] And for hours [B] you're just gentle [E] on my mind. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [G#m] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways [F#m] come between us.
_ _ _ _ And some other woman's crying to her mother because she turned and [E] I was gone.
_ _ _ _ And all night still my running silence, tears of joy might stain my face.
And the summer sun it might burn [F#m] me to a plume. _ _ _
_ _ But not to where I cannot see you walking on [Bm] the back [F#m] roads by the rivers [B] flowing gentle [E] on my mind.
_ _ _ And I dip my cup of soot back from a gurgling, crackling cauldron in [F#m] some train yard. _ _ _ _ _
My beard ruffling, cold power, the hat [B] pull across [E] my face. _ _ _ _ _
And the fool who once has drowned his sin can't pretend to hold you to my [F#m] breath tonight. _ _ _ _ _
That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers [B] of my memory.
[F#m] And you're smiling [B] ever gentle [E] on my mind. _
_ _ _ [F#m] And you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my [B] memory.
And you're [F#m] smiling ever [B] gentle on [E] my mind. _ _ _ _
On my mind.
_ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _